4 pm

Mum and Dad aren't back yet. Georgia is sitting on the couch, patting her belly and talking to it.

Pregnancy must make you go bonkers.

Still...in her current state of madnosity, maybe i can convince her just to let me pop out to the shops to get a new lippy

4:15 pm

"Georgia?"

"mmhmm"

"Can i quickly pop down to the shops to buy a new lippy?"

"I guess so. just hurry back before mum and dad get home"

"Ok. uhm.."

"what?"

"Can I borrow a fiver?"

"NO! Libby, just GO!"

4:35 pm.

Waiting by the phonebox for the gang to show up.

All i see are cars cars cars...

4:40

somebody's just driven by in an old red clowncar.

wearing an old set of flying googles and a weird mustache...

4:43

Its vati. uh-ho...

perhaps if i just duck really low, he won't see me.

He's looking straight at me...

although that may be because i've got my hood over my eyes and i'm hopping around like a derranged rabbit.

4:45 pm

"LIBBY NICOLSON!"

he's shouting at me from the other side of the street. this is sooo embarassing. more embarassing then when they perform acts of pornography in the living room while my mates are over.

Perhaps if i pretend I don't know him, he'll go away/

"LIBBY!. You're supposed to be at home, because you are GROUNDED!"

5:30 pm

Apparently, i am no longer just confined to the house, i'm also confined to my room. I feel i'm a prisoner in that place...Azkaban...oh. no. i mean Alcatraz.

I'm only allowed to go downstairs for meals. no telly. no eastenders, no corrie, no casualty. no fun.

5:45 pm

i was innocently enough dancing around to music in my room, when dad banged on the door.

"Libby... you can come out now."

"Maybe I don't want to"

"Well can I come in?"

"No"

"We need to talk"

Suddenly it feels like my life is a bad episode of Corrie.

"We can talk through the door..."

6:00 pm

Vati has once again, completely and utterly ignored me. I may as well be invisable.

"Libby..."

He's sitting on my bed... why is he sitting on my bed? If tries to "be comforting" i'm going to scream.loud.

"When I was a young boy..."

"Before the time of christ?" I ask

"Yes...NO!. Anyway. we used to party, and drink, and flirt with girls...actually it's how i met your mother..."

Gads. soon he's going to be telling me Georgia was concieved in the back of some Mini. Or in dad's case, a clown car.

"Vati, as much as i would like to know about life during ancient times...What is your point?"

6:30 pm

He's just stormed out of my room in a huff, saying im "immature" and "childish"

cheers.

Tuesday .

9:45 am

Georgia, being the nice, kind, big sister that she is, has let me out of my room for the day.

"Georgia..."

"hmmm"

"Do you mind if I go out for a bit"

"Yes. vati was pretty angry last night"

"Why?"

"Well. he's still mad you came home drunk, AND you let me let you out of the house..."

"I wasn't drunk!"

Lovely.

Georgia's just fallen off the chair laughing.

She's probably given the baby an indented head or something.

10:00 am

I wasn't drunk

Was I?

I mean, sure, i may have thrown up all over the stairs,

I may have called vati a baboon's arse.

and a twat

and a wanker

... So?